National Library.

Qian Xiaozheng has a university brother who is an administrator here, and Qian Xiaozheng quickly found his brother.

Speaking of the situation, the senior brother likes Wang Yong very much, and he is half of Wang Yong's fan. immediately led Qian Xiaozheng and Yinglang to the museum.

"Zheng, it's not my brother boasting. The books you borrowed are only available in our National Library. Although it is not complete, sixty or seventy percent can still be found. You've found the right place this time!" Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng and Wang Yong boasted about Haikou, walked to the computer, and began to check where these books were stored.

It's just that as his fingers tapped on the keyboard, the expression on his face became more and more incomprehensible.

"What's the matter, senior brother?" asked Qian Xiaozheng.

"Oh, it's fine. It just so happens that a few books have just been borrowed, and a few fewer should not affect anything. After saying that, the senior brother continued to look for the remaining books on the list.

Then, he cried out with a confused face.

"How is that possible!"

Qian Xiaozheng noticed that something was wrong, so he hurried forward to take a look, but saw that the computer showed that the book he had just entered had also been borrowed.

As if he didn't believe in evil, the senior brother crackled and typed in the names of several books in a row.

But the result is all the same.

All show that the book has been borrowed!

"There's no reason to be so coincidental! I'll take a look at the rest of the ......" Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng was already at a loss, as if this library was not the library he knew.

"Senior brother, don't look at it, the rest will definitely not be in the hall anymore. Qian Xiaozheng's face was cold, and he said.

"Like...... You really got ...... you said" Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng randomly selected a few copies, and all of them were shown to be borrowed.

"Something is wrong, this thing is absolutely wrong! How can there be such a coincidence? Not to mention that many of the books in this list cannot be borrowed, and they are all borrowed. There are definitely people who are doing ghosts!" Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng seemed to feel that he had lost face, and said angrily.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice outside the door: "Who do you say is a ghost?"

But it's the deputy curator.

"Curator, there is a batch of books that have been borrowed out a little strangely, I said that someone may be playing tricks......

The deputy curator sneered: "You are just an administrator, and you are not qualified to contact the administrative decisions of the higher departments. I borrowed those books and lent them to a few professors for research, what, do you have any opinions?"

"Don't dare to ......," Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng said hurriedly. People have to bow their heads under the eaves, after all, he is just a small administrator, facing a deputy curator who has the right to kill him.

"Hehe, research again? I've figured out something. Don't let me find out your details, otherwise you will look good!" Qian Xiaozheng's unrelenting energy came up.

As a rich second generation, how could he have ever eaten such gas?

A small deputy curator of an idle department dares to be weird to him!

The deputy curator pointed at Qian Xiaozheng and said angrily: "Who are you? You are not welcome here, go out!"

Senior Brother Qian Xiaozheng also hurriedly grabbed Qian Xiaozheng, and kept signaling Qian Xiaozheng with his eyes not to cause trouble.

Qian Xiaozheng sneered and said, "I will definitely go out, even if you cry and beg me to stay, I will not stay in this place full of villain! Tell the master behind you for me that it is impossible for him to obstruct Teacher Wang's compilation of the "Canon of Chinese Studies!" If you borrow a few books in advance, you can stump Teacher Wang?

"You...... Get out!" the deputy curator trembled with anger, pointed at Qian Xiaozheng's nose and scolded.

Qian Xiaozheng glanced at the deputy director contemptuously, and walked out of the National Library with his head held high.

Yinglang followed, confused, not knowing what was going on.

"Brother Zheng, what's going on? Why didn't I understand?"

"It's nothing, a few red-eyed Mr. Wang's old immortals deliberately stumbled Mr. Wang. It is estimated that the entire Yenching Group, except for Jinghua University, will not be able to borrow the books on the list. Qian Xiaozheng took a deep breath and said.

Yinglang suddenly became anxious: "The task given to us by Master is so important, if we can't complete it, won't it delay Master's compilation progress?"

Qian Xiaozheng's eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and he said: "Behind the scenes, can the bad people borrow the library in Yanjing, and can they also borrow the library in the whole country? I will call the libraries of several other big cities and borrow from them!"

Then Qian Xiaozheng picked up the phone and began to contact friends in Mingzhu City and Su City.

It's just that half an hour later, the news that came back made Qian Xiaozheng stunned.

There are no books on the list in the libraries of these two cities!

They were all borrowed in the name of research not long ago!

Qian Xiaozheng finally knew how big a network of influence the people behind him had.

It may not be enough to compare with the power network in politics and business, but in the academic circle, it is already covered.

Qian Xiaozheng suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

In the end, Qian Xiaozheng and Yinglang returned to the editorial board of "The Canon of Chinese Studies".

And the books they brought back were only a tenth of what was on the list.

Wang Yong looked at these books in amazement and asked, "Why is there only so much?"

Qian Xiaozheng said helplessly: "We have all the libraries of Jinghua University." The rest, all of them were preempted. ”

There is no need to ask more, just one sentence, Wang Yong already understands what happened.

It must be Zhou Daoli and others behind the scenes!

These people have been operating in the academic circle for a long time, and they are almost like an iron curtain. No matter how talented Wang Yong is, he is just a newcomer, and he can't compare with these old oilers.

These people used off-the-board tricks to easily stump Wang Yong.

The news spread quickly, and the entire editorial board already knew that the books had been borrowed first. Everyone was angry at this behavior, but there was nothing they could do.

In terms of the number of Sinology books, the other countries together are not half of China.

Without those books, the entire project schedule will be seriously slowed down, and it may not even be completed.

"It's just a bunch of scum! Shame on the academic community!" Chiba Makoto, who was easily unmoved, was also so angry that he slapped the table.

Wang Yong frowned and did not say a word.

At this time, Zhou Daoli and others had already learned the news that Wang Yong had borrowed books to no avail, and they all laughed and were extremely proud.

"As soon as the little chick grew wings, he thought that the sky was really high and the bird could fly. It's childish and ridiculous, now he has to recognize the reality, right? The compilation of the Five Kingdoms, I think it's the Five Kingdoms staring dryly, right?" Li Zheng smiled particularly brightly, and the folds on his face bloomed like a dry mountain chrysanthemum.

Other scholars also patted their ass, thinking that they were fortunate that they did not volunteer to join Wang Yong's editorial board in the first place. Otherwise, they would be the ones who would have become a joke at this time.

In the eyes of these people, Wang Yong has planted it this time. If you forcibly rely on personal memory, then if you make a mistake or omission, you will be criticized by many people.

The so-called model books that leave a name in history no longer exist.

Boom!

Zhou Dao carp rarely poured a glass of sake and poured it down in one gulp.

Li Zhengyi also drank one, and in the blink of an eye, a teahouse became a restaurant, staggered, pushing cups and changing lamps, and a group of people were red-faced and drunk.

………………

"Teacher Wang, how do you solve the problem? It really doesn't work, let's rely on memory to compile those books that we haven't borrowed! Although the people here can't talk about memorization, their memory is not bad. Lee Zaixian proposed.

Wang Yong shook his head: "What we are compiling is an authoritative classic, and without practical information, if we can't be rigorous, we can't talk about authority." If there is a mistake or omission, it is a serious blow to the whole book. At that time, all our efforts will come to naught, won't we cheapen those villains behind the scenes?"

"What then?"

Everyone looked at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong didn't say a word, but his brain was running rapidly, recalling the words of his grandfather who once commented on the major libraries in China when he was a child.

At that time, Wang Yong was deeply impressed by two libraries.

One is the largest private library in China - Tianyi Pavilion. It was built in the middle of the Ming Dynasty and was presided over by Fan Qin, the right attendant of the military department who retired at that time. Covering an area of about 26,000 square meters, the library has a history of more than 400 years, and is the oldest existing library in China and Asia, and can be called the representative of China's private book collection culture. According to statistics, Tianyi Pavilion has a collection of 300,000 volumes, and has a special department for the restoration of ancient books. The stock of ancient books is in the forefront of China.

This private library may be able to try to get in touch.

In addition, there is another place that also has a huge collection of books, which is not inferior to the National Library of Yenching!

That place, absolutely has all the ancient books on the list!

Thinking of this, Wang Yong suddenly smiled and said, "Yinglang, book air tickets for all teachers immediately!"

"Ah, is Mr. Wang going to give up?" all the scholars glared.

Although the current threshold is indeed a bit difficult, it is not so easy to give up.

The scholars, who were full of expectations for Wang Yong, sighed in disappointment and were ready to accept the fact that they had returned home.

Yinglang also asked blankly, "Master, the teachers are of different nationalities, and the time of the international flight is uncertain. If you don't have it today, why don't you choose tomorrow?"

"International flights?What international flights do you need to go to Wanwan?Are you stupid?" Wang Yong asked strangely.

"What, to Wanwan?" everyone on the editorial board was taken aback.

Afterwards, an old scholar from Wanwan slapped his head and said with a smile: "I'm so confused! I almost forgot that in addition to the mainland, Wanwan also has a library that is not inferior to the mainland's collection of books! The Palace Museum!"

As soon as the old scholar's voice fell, the entire editorial board couldn't help but cheer.

Yes, everyone has forgotten about the Wanwan Palace Museum!

At the beginning of the war, Jiang ordered the relocation of all the most elite ancient books in the Yanjing Forbidden City to Wanwan.

Including the golden oracle bones, the Qin and Han Dynasty inscriptions, the Dunhuang relics, the Tang Dynasty scriptures, the Buddhist Taoist scriptures, the Song and Yuan Dynasty ancient books, the Yongle Canon, and the Siku Quanshu, there are more than 1 million ancient books in the whole Wanwan! There are more than 60,000 rare books alone, among which there are many extremely precious Song and Yuan rare books, as well as the complete version of Wenyuange's "Siku Quanshu" and "Siku Huiyao".

The most enviable are the unique books with high academic value such as "Erya" and "Zhou Lishu", which are national treasure-level cultural relics no matter which country they are placed in.

Wouldn't such a library be able to meet the needs of the editorial board?